Remembering those who died, those who were injured, physically and mentally and those left behind who continue to suffer to this day. #JFT96#YNWA https://t.co/fPwi2q4EY9 via @youtube
If we (LFC) do get Iraola as our new manager I can imagine the fume that’ll be caused when the Kop has a load of IRA flags flying and singing Ooh Ahh Up the Ra next season
Hey @JeremyClarkson as a small agricultural business that depends on trading at small local events, it’d be great if you could stop trying to pressgang your Hawkstone cider into every event we do. You don’t grow apples or make the cider yourself. Butt out - you’re bankrupting us
Liverpool fans appear to be flocking in their masses to my profile after tonight’s game, so I’m resharing this. Any contributions would mean the absolute world to this little boy and his adoring family. That target of £393,000 is getting closer! 🙏🏽
"Old Man Belfield" was a beloved and mysterious gentleman who peacefully roamed the looping paths of University College Dublin’s Belfield campus between the late 1970s and the early 2020s. His real name was Michael Byrne, and he was greatly respected.
He was usually seen wearing a grey, cloak-like coat and wheeling a battered bicycle. He possessed the effortless aesthetic of a monk, and if you were lucky, he would give you a knowing nod as he passed by.
Mr. Byrne arrived in the area sometime in the late 1970s when he was already sleeping rough on land near the Merrion Road. When development pushed him out, he drifted into Belfield itself. He rarely spoke, but the atmosphere of calm around him was a kind of communication and students and staff were very fond of him.
As with any non-conforming figure, myths grew up around him. One persistent tale claimed that Old Man Belfield had intervened late one night to save a young woman from an assault, dragging the attacker away before melting back into the darkness of the campus hedges. Other rumors speculated that he was a retired academic who had suffered a breakdown. None of these stories survived even cursory scrutiny, and Mr. Byrne himself never confirmed or denied anything.
He was offered accommodation more than once and turned it down. He accepted social welfare but preferred to sleep outdoors. A long-time acquaintance, who helped him collect payments, later said that he was not unhappy. He simply did not want more than he had.
On the 11th of January 2021, Michael Byrne passed away on the grounds where he had lived for more than three decades. He was 71. News of his death traveled far beyond Belfield, carried by alumni scattered across the world. His funeral had a huge attendance, reflecting the generations of students, faculty, and distant admirers whose lives he had been a mysterious and beautiful part of.
Today the 'Michael Byrne Community Fund' provides accommodation bursaries for students facing hardship. A memorial bench sits in the Rose Garden at Belfield House, providing an appropriately quiet place for reflection. Each year, 'UCD Michael Byrne Mile' brings students and staff together in remembrance.
1 of the ‘rules’ I’ve lived by is don’t be a ‘Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda’ person so I’ve always gone for itsometimes successfully sometimes catastrophically badlyDidn’t account for the possibility of becoming a ‘Ustabe’ when I got older, ustabe this, ustabe that,61 came on me quick
In the early days of fighting for justice The HJC - That's "The Hillsborough Justice Campaign" with the little shop across from the Kop. Gerry McIver, Sheila Coleman, Peter Carney, etc all people who took up the fight early. Mad how no one ever says well done to them? #HJC
The whole game that Lorente has been allowed to run free, Gakpo let him go countless times in the first half and now the same again. And obviously you can miss chances like we have